Her care-worn face was so expressive, you could see....

Her fingers are chilled and hard to bend with the cold. She fears the pains of the evening to come. She closes the door on the wind and hunkers down by the hearth. Where is he? Will he return in time? Is he hurrying ( Read more... )

Such a pretty flower! She is stretching, reaching, so close! Tiny feet in shiny Mary Janes slipping off balance... and into the rabbit hole. Falling, falling, landing with a thump. Only, this time, there is no grinning cat, no caterpillar, no tea party ( Read more... )

Hello and welcome to the 3 or 4 people who have joined this fledgling community! Hopefully we will be able to provide some fun and inspiring things to help Jumpstart your Muse! *insert cheesy gameshow music here ( Read more... )

Sometimes the universe (cosmos/Creator/Divine/whatever) sends you a sucker punch to the gut.

The icy north wind blew an ill omen...

Just a reminder that the first two writing prompts have been posted. Still awaiting an entry (mine cannot be the first one!) for either of them.

The next prompt will be in a separate post to follow.

Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea
they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.~ And Death Shall Have No Dominion, by Dylan Thomas

A little girl in a white dress with a light purple sash, bending over to pick a flower.